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... m, moving directly to the jug of wine.
The guards closed the door behind him.
He quietly moved towards the cushion at the corner of the room and sank into it, pulling off his brocade.
A small sigh escaped him as he stretched to his full length on the chair.
It was the first time he was sitting down since morning.
Yeren unclasped the buttons of his brocade and slid the garment off his shoulders, preferring to remain in his shirt.
The sound of pourin ...
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